THE WIND THAT CARRIED MY FATHER

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Submitted: August 03, 2018

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THE WIND THAT CARRIED MY FATHER

The wind that carried my father is the wind of time and eternity. The wind of glory and sorrow, Whom it's hollow is a bed of peace, And it's wave a wash of distress.

My father was blown in the subtle wind of November, A cold winter night to remember. His eyes were shaded in moonlight grey, And his palms washed in the paleness of the day. Something about him was purple, Something in him was gone.

The wind that carried my father was not a storm in a rush, Nor was it a tornado dancing the ballet. The wind that carried my father was a strange wind, It was mild, subtle, and fierce. It made him lose grip on passion and life.

My father slipped from his bed of pain to hug the little lights above. He floated on willow rain, and rested on dripping clouds. For him the war was over, But for me it was the beginning of a war I was never prepared for. I became I child soldier!

The wind that carried my father was a bad visitor, It came unannounced yet took everything with it. Leaving the fragile and the vulnerable to feed on it's spoils.

The wind that carried my father is now History. Sometimes I smile when I remember, Most times I tear too.

©John Praise Ochoche

03/08/2018.


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